Rochelle: Oh, baby, I can't take you, I got to work. But when your father wakes up, why don't you ask him? Maybe he could take you.
Drew: Okay.
Rochelle: Now, wait a minute, Drew. I don't want you fooling around with no black magic. You hear me? I don't want to come home and see no pentagrams and dead goats and chickens and stuff like that. Only good, clean white magic. You hear me?
Adult Chris: [v.o.] Why not compromise and do Puerto Rican magic?